He stripped off his clothing much more quickly, and joined Berwald under the warm water. Berwald’s hands were on him almost instantly, trailing up his arms and down his back even as Tino leaned in for another kiss. He wrapped his own arms around Berwald, relishing the feel of strong shoulders underneath his hands.
Berwald brought a hand between them, sliding down to brush against Tino’s rapidly hardening cock, and Tino placed another kiss against a roughened cheek and laughed. “Not that I’m complaining, but you’re going to make me late.”
Berwald gave him another mischievous look. “Nope.”
He grabbed a washcloth, and some soap, and explained, “Multitasking.” As he began to scrub the washcloth over Tino’s chest, pausing briefly to thumb at one hardened nipple, Tino decided he definitely had no cause to complain.
He turned Tino around, and began to wash his back. When that was finished, Berwald set the washcloth down and continued rubbing Tino’s back with his hands, sliding up to massage his shoulders, gently squeezing his biceps.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Mm.” Berwald planted a light kiss against Tino’s shoulder. “Strong.”
The kiss swiftly turned into dozens more kisses, across his shoulders and down his chest and down his stomach. All the way down, to the tangle of hairs at the top of his legs.
When Berwald took the head of his cock in his mouth Tino gasped. That seemed to encourage him; he swiped his tongue over the tip and down the length of it, before drawing back and taking the whole thing in his mouth in one burning stroke.
“O-oh.” His knees trembled under the sudden assault of warmth and wetness, and Berwald gripped the back of his thigh with one hand, steadying him even as his mouth continued to make Tino dizzy. He placed a hand on Berwald’s shoulder for balance, and he swore he could almost see Berwald grinning around him as he swallowed, and Tino’s legs went weak again.
He had to brace a hand against the wall to keep himself up and when Berwald drew back again and replaced the all-encompassing warmth with yet another teasing lick all he could do was throw his head back and moan.
He looked down to see that Berwald’s other hand was between his own legs, stroking in time to the movement of his mouth on Tino. Tino felt the tension coiling in his belly and dug his fingers into Berwald’s shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.
To his surprise, though, it was Berwald who came first, with a long, low moan that sent delicious shivers up Tino’s spine, and as he came Tino could feel the muscles of his shoulder tensing underneath his hand, feel Berwald’s hand on his leg gripping him strong enough to leave a bruise and then relaxing just as suddenly.
It was enough to send him over the edge and when it was through he collapsed against the shower wall, panting and completely spent. His knees shook, and he leaned his head back, closing his eyes against the shower spray. He was still trying to convince his legs not to turn to jelly when he felt Berwald’s massive hand gripping his jaw. “Hn?” he managed, confused.
“Hold still,” said Berwald, and then Tino felt Berwald’s other hand lathering up his face. “Haven’t shaved yet. Don’ want y’ to be late.”
The soapy hand was replaced by the cool, slick slide of a razor. Tino relaxed as Berwald went to work, efficient, and wonderfully gentle. When he was finished he tugged Tino over to stand under the spray, rinsing his face. He washed his hair quickly and then pulled Tino into a one-armed hug as he turned off the water.
Tino opened his eyes, and thanked him with a kiss. Steadier now, he wrapped an arm around Berwald and held him close, murmuring, “I love you.”
-and then groaned as he realized what time it must be by now. “I have to get going.”
One corner of Berwald’s mouth turned up, an expression that passed for a smile. “Love y’ too.” With that, he grabbed a towel and draped it around Tino’s shoulders, using it to pull him in for one more kiss. “See y’ later. Don’ work too hard.”
It was almost enough to make him become a morning person.
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A!A hopes this was all right and that the porny bits weren't too failtastic orz
Berwald brought a hand between them, sliding down to brush against Tino’s rapidly hardening cock, and Tino placed another kiss against a roughened cheek and laughed. “Not that I’m complaining, but you’re going to make me late.”
Berwald gave him another mischievous look. “Nope.”
He grabbed a washcloth, and some soap, and explained, “Multitasking.” As he began to scrub the washcloth over Tino’s chest, pausing briefly to thumb at one hardened nipple, Tino decided he definitely had no cause to complain.
He turned Tino around, and began to wash his back. When that was finished, Berwald set the washcloth down and continued rubbing Tino’s back with his hands, sliding up to massage his shoulders, gently squeezing his biceps.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Mm.” Berwald planted a light kiss against Tino’s shoulder. “Strong.”
The kiss swiftly turned into dozens more kisses, across his shoulders and down his chest and down his stomach. All the way down, to the tangle of hairs at the top of his legs.
When Berwald took the head of his cock in his mouth Tino gasped. That seemed to encourage him; he swiped his tongue over the tip and down the length of it, before drawing back and taking the whole thing in his mouth in one burning stroke.
“O-oh.” His knees trembled under the sudden assault of warmth and wetness, and Berwald gripped the back of his thigh with one hand, steadying him even as his mouth continued to make Tino dizzy. He placed a hand on Berwald’s shoulder for balance, and he swore he could almost see Berwald grinning around him as he swallowed, and Tino’s legs went weak again.
He had to brace a hand against the wall to keep himself up and when Berwald drew back again and replaced the all-encompassing warmth with yet another teasing lick all he could do was throw his head back and moan.
He looked down to see that Berwald’s other hand was between his own legs, stroking in time to the movement of his mouth on Tino. Tino felt the tension coiling in his belly and dug his fingers into Berwald’s shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.
To his surprise, though, it was Berwald who came first, with a long, low moan that sent delicious shivers up Tino’s spine, and as he came Tino could feel the muscles of his shoulder tensing underneath his hand, feel Berwald’s hand on his leg gripping him strong enough to leave a bruise and then relaxing just as suddenly.
It was enough to send him over the edge and when it was through he collapsed against the shower wall, panting and completely spent. His knees shook, and he leaned his head back, closing his eyes against the shower spray. He was still trying to convince his legs not to turn to jelly when he felt Berwald’s massive hand gripping his jaw. “Hn?” he managed, confused.
“Hold still,” said Berwald, and then Tino felt Berwald’s other hand lathering up his face. “Haven’t shaved yet. Don’ want y’ to be late.”
The soapy hand was replaced by the cool, slick slide of a razor. Tino relaxed as Berwald went to work, efficient, and wonderfully gentle. When he was finished he tugged Tino over to stand under the spray, rinsing his face. He washed his hair quickly and then pulled Tino into a one-armed hug as he turned off the water.
Tino opened his eyes, and thanked him with a kiss. Steadier now, he wrapped an arm around Berwald and held him close, murmuring, “I love you.”
-and then groaned as he realized what time it must be by now. “I have to get going.”
One corner of Berwald’s mouth turned up, an expression that passed for a smile. “Love y’ too.” With that, he grabbed a towel and draped it around Tino’s shoulders, using it to pull him in for one more kiss. “See y’ later. Don’ work too hard.”
It was almost enough to make him become a morning person.
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A!A hopes this was all right and that the porny bits weren't too failtastic orz
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Loved the sleepy morning atmosphere combined with the smut, Sweden is such a caring partner.
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